An emerald castle with a crimson court
The rich wood of time reaching to the sky
The stalks of ferns are your defending fort
The dark mud with grass growing tall and spry.
The raindrops are bells on a jester's hat.
The birds anounce the come of the sun
The monsterous beasts prepare for combat.
Then the loser paws mud, wishing he'd won.
These monsters aren't the worst for this perfect place.
They were meant to be here, like their brothers.
Much worse is the kind we call human race
Who'd destroy this place to make room for others.
Everything in the world is meant to die,
Say goodbye to the rainforest with a sigh.
The rich wood of time reaching to the sky
The stalks of ferns are your defending fort
The dark mud with grass growing tall and spry.
The raindrops are bells on a jester's hat.
The birds anounce the come of the sun
The monsterous beasts prepare for combat.
Then the loser paws mud, wishing he'd won.
These monsters aren't the worst for this perfect place.
They were meant to be here, like their brothers.
Much worse is the kind we call human race
Who'd destroy this place to make room for others.
Everything in the world is meant to die,
Say goodbye to the rainforest with a sigh.
